They like to play like the other children of the World.
But no way, their playgrounds a rage battlefield.
Even if it's a ball nobody kicks as it could be a bomb.
Their dark faces full of hopes
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An elegy for beautiful human beings who have lost their childhood to war and suffering. I echo the words of the little boy in Sandburg's poem, 'Someday they'll have a war and nobody will come.' All praise to you for lifting your poetic voice on behalf of those who cannot speak for themselves. Warm regards, Sandra